Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Intermission

A Work in Progress 
23


They were in Venice.  Donal explained to Ezra that having Beckett appear on stage was the equivalent of going down to the Underworld…a reference to the Cantos and Ezra nodded in a thoughtful way and continued to enjoy his ice cream cone.

Glenn Hughes had paused his lectures to let the screenplay unfold that was being workshopped by the students.

He did interrupt for a few minutes to suggest a side plot for Ariadne and Lesbia:

“Last week we established that H.D. can be equated with Ariadne.  Can we also equate her with Lesbia?  And can we find a clue in the Catullus poem if we assume he’s still in love with Lesbia who has rejected him and married another.  Remember that Ariadne has just woken up to find herself alone on a deserted beach.  She’s yet to encounter Dionysius.  Theseus and his crew have sailed away.  She’s hopping mad and will incant a curse on Theseus which will soon be fulfilled.  Yet, Catullus writes:

If marriage, yours and mine, had not been to your mind
Because you dreaded the harsh rules of an old-world father,
You could have least have brought me to your family home
That I might serve you as a slave in joyful work,
Soothing the white soles of your feet in clear water
Or spreading your couch with a purple coverlet

Ariadne is the King’s daughter.  She would have passed muster as a bride for a son with an old-world father. Is it plausible she would want to be retained as a slave to wash her master’s feet?    Could this self-abasement be the poet himself, describing the strength of his feeling for Lesbia?  Is there some significance in the purple coverlet.”

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                    2025

Saturday, February 22, 2025

Beckett Joins the Cast

A Work in Progress
22


          imagine 

musicians play 
     frets of transparent guitar
           five nylon strings against blue sky
                  twenty-one strings
                       a sitar remembering 
                            aspects of George
                                  a three-stringed lute
                                         lamenting Tai Ching
                                                a moon reflected in a river

her face full of flowers     like snow her skin

imagine landscapes of a bay 
                          seen from a headland

and we’re approaching that headland
landing there
   stepping down 
        from a conveyance
             that brought us 
across rivers, deserts, forests, pastures, mountains

we are sitting in 
            a darkened theatre 
                  lit only by moonlight
                        
floating free in air
in five colored clouds      wafted by the wind

             we press upon 
       an empty stage
                    where ghosts stand
 forever 
Agamemnon 
Clytemnestra 
Oedipus   Phaedra
Hamlet   Lear   Ophelia   Portia 
  Catullus Lesbia                           
Dido Aeneas 
 Jason but 
        but not Medea
then Theseus   Ariadne   Estragon   Vladimir

Beckett appears on stage
Nodding acquaintance to the assembled cast
Who had been waiting for Godot

Like Aldington a man who had fought in war
A member of the Maquis, the Resistance
A first-class bat wearing his cricketer’s cap

Turning to the audience

“if you can provide the music
I can provide the words
Just hum a tune I can scan to
Give me a beat I can rap to”
Boasted Beckett

The Irish saved Western civilization
Back when Donal was a scribe
In a part he’d been cast for 
sharpening quills a set of goose feather
when Ireland faced off Caesar
But nothing the Irish could have done
Would have saved Egypt 
I see Medea’s not here

Was it an accident the library burned down
When Julius Caesar was in town?

First Alexander conquered
Then Ptolemy’s ruled
Then the Romans took over

Words won’t hold back armies, but water will

Ireland is a refuge 
For descendants of those horse loving people
The Celts, Indo Europeans from north of the Black Sea
Migrants back in the day
Refugees from Gaul
Those who came West who brought the same stories
As those that went East
Stories in Erse stories in Sanskrit

Thanks God we’ve an ocean between us
For those emigrants who went there
Are turning back towards us now
Looking for new frontiers to conquer
First claiming Greenland then all of Canada
Like Romans wanting to tax and defraud
Vax and reward

To be Irish is a state of mind
To be an Irish writer is a responsibility
Keeping the story going that needs to be retold
For in each upswell of mass emotion
Some hero must slay the Minotaur 
Or children of the elites
Will be devoured by fear

“On. Say on”

“Try again.  Fail again.  Fail better”



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                        2025

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Ezra Is Laid Off

A Work in Progress
21


Then news came from Rewrite
improv was wanted now
there would be no new script
Ezra and Donal, your contracts were terminated
yesterday

So, 
Cleopatra was dead.  Ptolemy’s funding had ceased
they would have to learn improv
which Donal tried out in the pub and was hooted down

The bitter truth was they were out of fashion
Donal showed Ezra something he’d worked on


Tuesday, February 18, 2025

Richard Encounters the Minotaur

A Work in Progress
20


Ezra plays Apollonius of Rhodes
concocts a dream world of mythology 
Richard arrives in Crete as Theseus
one of the fourteen sent for sacrifice
he’ll meet Ariadne, Minos’ daughter
they will fall in love at first sight
she will help him survive the Minotaur
a man-like creature with a bull’s horned head
Theseus will challenge the Minotaur 
using Ariadne’s cape to goad him
mad making him charge with low horns to gore
calm Theseus facing his wild onslaught
with left arm raised high over blood red cape 
cleanly making the kill, his own escape

Theseus struck with a bullfighter’s skill
using his rapier with deadly skill
then he traced back Ariadne’s thread
finding his way out of that dread labyrinth
through passageways lit with an aureate gleam 
from two golden geese he is carrying
past littered white bones of Athenian youth
gnawed to the marrow by that Minotaur 
starved creature no comfort crazed in a maze
roaming the tunnels incessant for flesh
so, Theseus will emerge triumphant
claim his prize from a dumb-struck despot
sail off home with the young Athenians
taking Ariadne along the way

so, Richard will take H.D. to Naxos
before leaving her stranded on the beach 
he’d been transformed by the Minotaur
become half beast half man because of war 
he came back to her fierce from fighting in France
full of that anger at never ending fear
whom those who lost fathers those who lost sons
never could understand who never were there

then Aldington goes to Paris
meets Nancy Cunard, Sam Beckett et al
around Nancy buzzes the jazz age
she’ll take up the cause of negro’s rights 
endow Samuel Beckett with a cash prize
wherever she was emotions would rise

will it work to have Glenn Hughes be Zeus?
he was an American as was Ezra and H.D.
all the rest will have to play as Brits

has anybody heard of Glenn Hughes?

in that era when Beckett with his poem
dashed from Rue to rue to deposit it
Paris a center of civilized life
attracted all of those we now hold dear
but did they know back then Paris was it
not London not Venice not Reykjavik
economics explains why artists are
found congregating in selected bars
would it be noticed if we fudged the facts
that the Blue Moon tavern did not exist
that Seattle was not a hot place back then
when Glenn Hughes brought Babette back from Paris
we’re making notes for a screenplay
we can invent what they do what they say.


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                   2025


Sunday, February 16, 2025

Theseus and the Golden Geese

A Work in Progress
19


Donal and Ezra being under contract on set
were just two actors waiting on Rewrite
to send over a new script
as Cleopatra’s funding had just disappeared
all would depend on the new team liking it

So, as artisan actors, crafty professionals
they discussed how would they play it
how to find the right tone that would make a big hit
one where the felon was an anti-hero 
the financier a thief
and the flamboyant American 
would be Glenn Hughes their director
testing the new team’s reaction
for survival depended on financial success
keeping the playhouse full
Comedy trumps True Crime, Tragedy is dull
Satire can backfire

Unable to anticipate what Rewrite would send
oldster and youngster worked side by side

you must keep going, Aphrodite insists
pondering those old fragments that he’s got
that aren’t sanctioned in Homer as decreed
some centuries before when Athens ruled

Jason’s quest for a golden fleece was good 
when Jason led some heroes from the hood
now Richard can retrieve the golden geese
without helping heroes just Ariadne’s leash

it would be fun to start making it new
Ezra Pound to Aphrodite can suggest
making a myth where the Amazons win!
“Would there be a market for that”, she’ll say
“I dislike Artemis let’s not today”.

now that metal money is seldom heard
on marble counters of cafés and bars
where cash registers that chime are antique 
where solitary silence is the norm
we can marvel anyone ever sought
quiet concentration without headphones
in a populous city with no private space
when papyrus was paper and scratch was slate
we can play Nancy Cunard as Artemis
most chaste of the goddesses clothed in gold
as Richard described her writing to Brigit
implying they were just good friends really 
while the jazz age buzzes around Nancy 
Ptolemy commands just short not fancy

in his time shorter poems were the rage
long poems like this one were seldom read
Ptolemy had tired of endless epics
so, poets hid old tales in commonplace 
using age-old formulas made anew
for small handheld scrolls easily unrolled
except Apollonius had in mind
Rome’s growing interest in all things Greek
as he wrote Jason and the Golden Fleece
we’ll write Theseus and the Golden Geese
knowing our best markets will be foreign 
our mutual Ptolemies have forgotten
there is much wisdom in antiquity
even though it has not propinquity


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                     2025

Thursday, February 13, 2025

The Lecture on The Cantos of Ezra Pound

A Work in Progress
18


Having run out of time in his second lecture, on Catullus, and left for another time his thoughts on Ariadne as Lesbia as H.D., for his third lecture, Glenn Hughes began by discussing The Cantos.  

“Pound begins his epic with a voyage.  Let me quote the first lines:  

“And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and
We set up mast and sail on that swart ship,
Bore sheep aboard her, and our bodies also
Heavy with weeping, and winds from sternward
Bore us out onward with bellying canvas,
Circe’s this craft, the trim-coifed goddess.”

Hughes was an accomplished actor, somewhat of a ham, and he recited poetry well having a good ear for rhythm and able to adopt the voice of a bard.

“Pound is following in the tradition of the epic poets starting with Homer.  In many epic poems, such as Homer’s Odyssey and Virgil’s Aeneid, a descent into the Underworld comes in the middle of the story.  Pound differs in that he starts with a journey to the Underworld.  Pound is also different from those earlier epic poets in that he emerges from the Underworld into a world much larger than Homer, Virgil or Dante knew.  He also goes back into the Underworld later in the poem!  You can make it through the first Canto with a good Classical education and a familiarity with Homer.  Read many more of the Cantos and you’ll quickly discover that knowing just the Classics is insufficient to understand Pound.”

“And then went down to the ship,
Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea…”

“The ambiguous first lines might apply to a ship manned either by the Argonauts or Odysseus and his crew.  The crew are tearful so perhaps the reader would incline more to Odysseus.  Both Jason and Odysseus departed from Circe’s Isle.  Only gradually do we realize Pound is reenacting a scene from Homer’s Odyssey where Odysseus goes into the Underworld.  Tiresias will prophesy Odysseus’ fate, and it is a fate that resembles Pound’s own life:

“Odysseus
“Shalt return through spiteful Neptune, over dark seas,
“Lose all companions.”

“So what are The Cantos about?  Could we get a screenplay out of them?  Even more than Catullus, Pound makes demands on his readers to comprehend a vast amount of subject matter.  Like Catullus, he is commenting on the situation around him by interweaving myth with factual history to make his points.  Unlike Catullus, he references more than ancient Greek mythology.  He assumes you are familiar with much of the history of Medieval Europe during the time of the troubadours.  He assumes that you have read Robert Browning’s Sordello, which he thought was a recent example of epic.  He widens the reach of his imagery as he develops the epic to encompass Confucian China, starting with cryptic references to So-Shu, a Han dynasty poet, as early as the second Canto.  In his second reference to So-Shu in that Canto, he joins Chinese and Greek imagery together, contrasting an image of a poet caught in a whirlpool at sea with Poseidon causing the whirlpool:

“And So-Shu churned in the sea, So-Shu also,
using the long moon for a churn-stick
Lithe turning of water,
sinews of Poseidon…”

He is using words to evoke a cinematic split screen type of image.  In the second Canto he introduced Robert Browning and integrated Browning’s epic into the history of epic.  He is including the Chinese in that history.  The Han dynasty lasted about 400 years and overlapped the transition of Rome from Republic to Empire.   Pound is going to keep bouncing back and forth between cultures as his own epic develops.”

 “Let’s look at one poem in particular, Canto 16.”  Hughes had distributed carbon copies of the poem plus a commentary.  “This prepares to talk about World War One.   We first emerge from Dante’s vision of hell to Pound’s vision of purgatory: William Blake,” picking up a copy of The Cantos to read aloud:

“shouting, whirling his arms, the swift limbs,
Howling against the evil,
  his eyes rolling,
Whirling like flaming cart-wheels,
and his head held backward to gaze on the evil
As he ran from it…”

“It is very visual poetry but, to be honest, can we do a better job than his own words if we want to show on stage or depict on film a man terrified of being caught by demons from Hell who are chasing him?  Pound presents much more of a challenge to make into a screenplay than Catullus.”

“Canto 16 comes to focus on the war in the trenches of World War One and the Russian Revolution.  Pound saw Fascism, which has its roots in Roman culture, as salvation for civilization.   As The Cantos develops his theme increasingly becomes the history of money and topics such as the accepted exchange rate of silver coins for gold and the interest rates levied on loans.  So what are the Cantos about?   You all know that he was saved from possible execution by being judged insane.  Perhaps genius is a form of insanity?  I do think Pound is like a Theseus who has lost his way coming from the Minotaur’s lair.  When I got him to read Canto 16 to me, he gave a most dramatic reading, especially the section in French, followed by Ezra imitating a Russian speaking English, obscuring with comedy a very serious subject.  He ended on a note of infinite sadness,” picking up the book again to quote:

“So we used to hear it at the opera,
That they wouldn’t be under Haig;
                and that the advance was beginning;
That it was going to begin in a week.”

“While Aldington was fighting in the trenches, Pound was in England and, for some of the time, with Yeats, in a cottage in Sussex.  He had tried to enlist in the British Army but had been turned down.  He had to be a non-combatant while so many of his generation, including close friends, died.  I think Pound lost Ariadne’s thread because of World War One and is still searching for a way out of the labyrinth.”

“Probably the best way to depict him in a screenplay would be as an Editor.  He’s reading his way through old books and papers in all shapes and sizes, cutting and pasting everything into one long narrative that he tries to summarize in a poem.   Each of the cuttings and pastings could be an episode in a movie.  Pound was a supremely good editor, “el miglio fabbro/the better smith”, according to the dedication given to The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot, but it is possible he over edited his own work.  His factual history requires a vast amount of scholarship to appreciate, unless it is explained by footnotes.  Unfortunately, he’s chosen not to provide footnotes.  Perhaps he doesn’t realize that footnotes can further embellish a work of art! Not all classicists are historians.  Not all historians are economists.  Whatever their expertise, few have studied their equivalent discipline in Japanese and Chinese literature.”

“We don’t have the technology today to portray The Cantos as a screenplay.  To do so, we would need to immerse the audience in the narrative giving them multiple screens of information that they could choose to magnify or not in order to better view them.  It is almost as if we need to allow the audience to have reference materials at hand, perhaps they listen to through headphones, so that they can understand what is happening on the screen or on stage.  But it would be very avant garde.  Pound often just throws the reader a phrase or a word that encapsulates some idea he thinks is crucial to his narrative but he doesn’t give much help to those of us who lack his depth of scholarship.  I think a script would have to come up with a way to handle that, possibly through flashbacks, it is a challenge.  At some point, it becomes like trying to make a screenplay out of an encyclopedia.  A very tough assignment.” 


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                    2025

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Ezra Explains

A Work in Progress
17


Then 

news came from the harbor
Cleopatra’s fleet was returning 
with Octavian in hot pursuit
Mark Antony defeated at Actium
his legions deserting him

Glenn Hughes’ script
had jumped ahead in time to Egypt 
leaving myth behind
where in a break from rehearsing
drinking mint tea off set 
Donal asked Ezra about the situation
and Ezra having once been on the fascist side
explained

Cleo was defeated
That time fascism won
Egypt was annexed
An Empire was born



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                         2025

Monday, February 10, 2025

Donal Joins the Party

A Work in Progress
16



So Donal kicked his slippers off
travelled on bare feet
swiveled swaggered high stepped side stepped
made it to the street

*

He got a job reading manuscripts 
from accredited buyers who were scouring Greek colonies 
for fragments or scrolls entire libraries of anything Greek 
but with an emphasis on Homer
under the direction of Ezra Pound playing the part
of Apollonius as produced by Glenn Hughes
impresario

Donal was ready for whatever came around
his two feet planted firmly on the ground
he can’t see the future, but he can see the past
hold onto each moment they ain’t going to last

he came by a story that unwound in his mind
how the people of Minos overthrew their tyrant
releasing the Minotaur who heeding their distress 
wanting only to be vegan and set free
devoured both tyrant and grand vizier 
before renouncing human flesh

he put it aside for he’d found a romance
inspired by the story of Briseis
who was a prize Achilles was loath to lose
but what became of her after Achilles was killed
scrolls of her story had not survived
except for this fragment Ezra had found:

when over his muscles exercise ached
his ears bent back by loud female voices
defiant straightening his back shedding
plundering and pillaging just the thought
of laying waste waste lands besieging forts
bringing Briseis home just the thought of it
solaced Donal serving scribes where the seasons
sat subtended at the center which was sex

sharpening quills a set from goose feather
Donal considering which path to choose
go on like those scribes all of them older
their purpose copying not to infuse
great art they found dull, repetitious, rote
or become Donnelly weaving new weft
inserting fragments at a desk aslant
filling in gaps that bad copyists left
he wanted a codex of his own work
from which to read a tale to Bryony
by glowing embers when he’d tell a tale
in that one quiet hour with no irony
about blonde beautiful enslaved Briseis
whose story the Greek’s Homer had left out

proud backed Bryony eyes full of crisis
her home in ruins all under lichen
Bryony stood proud a strong early bloom
turning aside winter returning spring
a child sold to slavery now a slattern 
serving rows of shaved heads meager rations
silent cowled scribes unsatisfied hunger
most of all Donal’s driven by passion
unrestrained in love as he was younger
recovering splinters fragments of quill
suffering bony satyriasis
thinking to fondle her lovely bold breasts
while telling of beautiful Briseis
Donal swept the floor



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                      2025

Sunday, February 9, 2025

Casting an Epic

A Work in Progress
15


Would it be better to make our own myths?
Aldington as Ares a man of honor
who fought in the trenches defended France
an angry young man even angrier when older

he called H.D. “Dooley” she was his main muse
his Aphrodite of the intellect
his Sappho, suffering, enisled by streams
clear visions of classical consciousness

his ties to her ever stronger with time
for she was a goddess as was Nancy
a wood nymph ten years younger than Dooley
who ran Aldington ragged keeping late hours

engaging in Dionysian revels
chimes at midnight caress dawn’s peal of bells

we’ll screen a billion-page-view epic 
we’ll need rôles for Richard, Ezra, H.D.
Glenn Hughes, Nancy, Brigit, Glenn’s wife Babette
let’s see big parts for three men four women 
with all of the main parts doubling as gods:
Richard as Ares, giver of strength, God of war
he’ll play Theseus versus Minotaur too
Ezra Pound as Dionysius, theater and wine
he will also play Apollonius
H.D. as Ariadne goddess of Crete 
deified by Dionysius and Ezra Pound
Brigit as Aphrodite goddess of love
Babette as Hera and Glenn Hughes as Zeus
two Americans, rulers of the world

we’ll make fiction when we are short of facts
our movie will unfurl like an old scroll
 in Alexandria’s classical library
we must not impede but keep on moving

we’ll portray Apollonius writing
a new work with a new type of hero 
more complex than Homer’s Odysseus
for he’s like Aldington a slave to her

goddess both ethereal and sublime
Aphrodite Urania grips his mind
if we’re smart, we’ll script it for Bollywood
even if Sanskrit would be misunderstood


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                   2025

Friday, February 7, 2025

A Parisian Bedspread

A Work in Progress

14


Genius was legion in Paris then
sometimes anguished often alone and poor
often happier than ever before
sincere with clear artistic acumen

there had been peace for ten years or more
but inevitable war now approached
to those that day close following politics
who sat at night lit by dim electrics

from archives we can validate dates times
when H.D. was in Paris, Aldington
Cunard, that Guggenheim fellow Glenn Hughes
did they all meet, was Brigit Patmore there?

we can infer what they did what they said
by what they wrote by what they left unsaid

An imagist poet with paramour
was it Richard Aldington and H.D?
they had married some fifteen years before
but what burned brighter was now bereft
they had traveled from more to less and back
to Paris again, now side by side together
no argument left a truce unstated
taking sides while watching the game below

In Paris then, a world changed utterly
from earlier times, abandoned rhymes
youths all gone; lads sacrificed on barbed wire 
clashing words that smashed meek monotony
since that long war that ended in defeat
never was victory so bittersweet

he told her that under the rules three times 
repeat of position would be a draw 
even if she declined even if he flagged
her guile could not outwit those age-old laws
it was clear he said Ares wanted to win
studying the position from on high
she said Aphrodite would never let him
Aphrodite would always find a way
her household gods were much more ancient 
though their fortunes had faded they could still bless
they had travelled from more to less and back
by secret ways they could spring an attack
her vows were more sacred she tutored him
than those that were sworn by the gods of chess

they contested their knowledge of Greek myths
Aphrodite and Ares on stage below 
enmeshed in a golden game of chess
now that her husband had ruled out his bed
he must be hiding close by they bantered
jealously watching the lovers below
wasn’t that Hephaestus? that man limping by?
disguised with Latin Quarter cloak and hat
no, only Ezra out in search of Dot

at the hour when warm air magnifies light
they looked through shimmering leafy branches
where goddess and god glanced each at each
would either be so kind to make a draw
would either have in mind a fond embrace
should each finally accept each other?

their eternal joust went on unceasing
each making measured glances with intent
to understand what each could not comprehend 
in a moment or lifetime of moments

gods have conjugated all of time’s verbs 
described all we know of the infinite
spun many threads that have spawned many fates 
futures ahead of us we cannot see

suddenly standing by the bed again
they took the bedspread from the wooden floor
wrapped themselves against a sudden chill
shyly conscious of mutual allure
turned back to what went on in the square
found the chess pieces gone their bodies bare


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                    2025




Wednesday, February 5, 2025

More Notes for a Screenplay

A Work in Progress 
13



When Donal was despairing of finding a way in
to the way out it was Val got Donal a porter’s job
she was a student nurse at St. Mary’s Hospital
in Praed Street, Paddington where he lasted a week

Porters mostly stood idle awaiting a call
His shoulder length hair was a deep shade of red
a patient sprang up from his bed eager to touch it
An old woman still warm he took to the morgue
 
Then he worked for a week at Better Books
Wolfprints, his chapbook, could be found on the shelf
During that week John Berryman died and Donal
gave Berryman’s books away for free

So….

Glenn Hughes continued

Let's imagine it's Aldington's reunion with H.D.
Nancy Cunard?  Brigit Patmore?  Babette Hughes?
they walked here coming by separate ways
found Ares beneath with Aphrodite
playing chess calmly in the sunlit square
thinking many more moves ahead than they 
deliberating each slow careful move
a real game of chess near the Luxembourg
A fight full frontal not a fianchetto
black and white pieces contested files
an unlikely draw from all they could see
more two fighters circling with stilettos
before coming to this room under eaves
where swallows nested above the leaves

naked Aphrodite wore a sun dress 
his blue shirt bulged over a taut torso

she caused pedestrians to stop and stare
his eyes moved them on again from the square

they seemed out of place in a sidewalk café
anonymous movie stars at their play

why were they there in that square near a park?
tangled in golden light-beam woven arcs

how she looked so lovely tossing her hair
how he looked so manly muscled arms bare

why were they there on an overlarge bed?
why were they waiting for that game to end?

watching through extraordinary leaves 
golden light filtering down from plane trees

We’ll scroll through time recreate like bards 
epic glories ocean voyages landfalls 
fire-side stories multicolored skyscapes still life portraits

Heed those blind seers who knew better darkness
who never saw light divided through prisms
squalls scattering rain drops among some branches
leaving all golden crowned by a rainbow

If time is measured by light's slow decay
then time may stand still for the sight less
but time runs on transmuted by sound’s touch 
like a fountain splashing or waves lapping

Time flows on far reaching for all unceasing
wake widening astern keel of bright words

Apollonius chose a golden fleece
we’ll hide golden geese in a labyrinth
guarded by a Minotaur’s gnashing teeth
call for guidance from Athena’s Venus
to help us create a legend of Attica
find us a good myth to frame our story:
Richard as Theseus who’ll thread that maze
H.D. Ariadne a beautiful girl
Ezra an ideal Dionysius
to rescue her from the isle of Naxos
where Richard will let H.D. go ashore
little thanks to her for weaving that thread
bringing him back life after killing Huns
not a Minotaur but Germans instead



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                    2025

Tuesday, February 4, 2025

Catullus and Cinematography

A Work in Progress
12


So, Glenn Hughes taught a class on Catullus
describing his epyllion as cinematography
imagery telescoping to moments in time
when Peleus locked eyes with bare breasted Thetis,
when a Palace was prepared so all could attend
a wedding sacrifice to the marriage bed
but first a coverlet must be undraped
depicting the actions of mythic heroes
Ariadne abandoned standing on the beach
Theseus victorious, sailing back to Athens
his father, Aegeus, hurling himself to death
the Parcae, forever spinning, foretelling fate
How Catullus staged all this to arrive at 
his final lines, after writing four hundred

When Catullus takes us through the coverlet into another world, we’ve left the Jason and the Argonauts story of the Golden Fleece to enter the world of Athenian myth where Theseus has just abandoned Ariadne.  We are no longer guests at a wedding.  Ariadne has just woken from sleep on the beach of Naxos, a Greek Island, to find herself abandoned, soon to be discovered and saved by Bachus.  What does Catullus want us to see when we stand on the beach with Ariadne?  We are voyeurs of her scantily clad distress, of the scene in which Theseus slays the Minotaur, of her desperate appeal to the gods that they punish Theseus.  

Let’s step back a moment.  Let's consider Catullus is Richard Aldington, and Lesbia is H.D., and Bacchus is Ezra Pound. Let's have a screenplay that can travel through time as Catullus did.  

We can probably assume that the elite families in Rome knew each other well because of frequent intermarriage.  If Catullus was part of, or on the fringe of this elite society he presumably had to take sides.  I think we can assume that he did.  His closing summation of the poem leaves no doubt that he believes the gods no longer attend marriages.  We are left with the questions: is it the marriage he objects to, or the Triumvirate, or the general immorality of Rome?  And then there's the mystery: how did Catullus die?  And when?


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                        2025

Monday, February 3, 2025

Iowa City 

A Work in Progress
11


It would be unthinkable
For the Russian Army to shell Iowa City
The way they destroy little towns in Ukraine
Surrounded by farm fields
Battered by bombardment

Fifty years and more ago in Iowa City
Measurement Research Corporation
Designed a card reader that could be used
To give standardized tests in classrooms
Identifying country school and student
So that scores could be collected 
And compared
Measuring educational attainment

Donal took a taxi there from Cedar Rapids
Having flown in from New York
And stayed in university housing near the coed gym
Where basketball was played

Donal’s impression at the time 
A medieval university town 
Surrounded by flat farmland 
With a river flowing through it

Then he flew over to Stockholm
To the Karolinska Institute
Where they had a working machine
That could read pre-punched cards 
Children had marked up with answers
To multiple choice questions

All funded by IEA/UNESCO
During the Vietnam War


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                        2025


Sunday, February 2, 2025

 Ptolemy’s Library

A Work in Progress

10

If Glenn Hughes were writing this screenplay
he’d script something that would play well today
in the time of Caesar Crassus and Pompey
a story set in Ptolemy’s library
still a place where beautiful women were found 
in and around the courts of the Ptolemies
because beautiful women like artists and poets
tend to congregate where power is

he might script Donal in the library
sorting through the scroll pile
manuscripts from Greek colonies around the Med
fragments, scrolls, entire libraries
anything Greek or sometimes Sanskrit

he might script Ezra as Apollonius
intent on keeping the story going
pondering those fragments of Homer
not in the version ordered back in the day
many scrolls bought from pirates and polis
that Ptolemy’s buyers had acquired
on expeditions throughout the known world
imagine the worth of old papyri 
unpublished fragments of Sappho's Homer

Homer’s always been good for business 
there’ll be more business in Rome now that…

let's create documentary fiction
make myths matching literary players
such as Lesbia and Catullus, H.D. and Aldington
seen through a lens that travels through time
retell their story as a bard would do
making everything seem as if brand new
like Apollonius writing an epic
Ptolemy’s Argonauts led by Jason
bringing back a tale of a golden fleece
seen from afar from Ptolemy’s library 
before Julius Caesar burned it down 



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                      2025



Saturday, February 1, 2025

At Times Like These

A Work in Progress
9


If you can write the music
I can write the words
Hoping you will hear them
Get into the mood

At times like these
When those in power
Are enacting a coup 
Do not cower
Do what’s right 
Get into the mood

When we the people are outraged 
And push comes to shove
It’s time for tough love
Get into the mood

Let’s all plan to march 
Like Martin Luther King
Who brought us all together
Not him who would be king
Get into the mood
Let freedom ring

If you can write the music
I can write the words
Truth won’t be shoved aside
Do not cower
Do what’s right
Get into the mood


Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                       2025

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